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Next, most immediate was both fathers' need for their sons. This need, Ian thanked God, was easily satisfied because Owain and Geoffrey were close beside him. Geoffrey then caused some anxious moments by fainting in Salisbury's arms, but he soon revived and, having been stripped and examined over his protests, was seen to have no serious injury. Ian, still uneasy, told of the blow on the head. Careful probing by the leech, which made Geoffrey wince and curse, could determine no soft spot that would be a token of a dangerous hurt to the skull. Still, the doubt in Ian's and Salisbury's eyes that remainedleeches did not always tell the truth to great menreminded Llewelyn of Lady Alinor, who would be as knowledgeable as any leech and much more reliable. He cursed himself aloud for having forgotten her.
"Alinor!' Ian cried, abandoning his questioning of Geoffrey, "what do you mean, you forgot Alinor?"
"How did you think I came here?" Llewelyn asked, hurrying out of Gwenwynwyn's tent, which the victors had appropriated to their own use. "Your lady came to summon me to your aid."
"And you brought her to a battlefield?" Ian gasped.
Llewelyn paused for a moment to glance irritably at his clan brother. "If you could have stopped hershort of throwing her into a dungeonyou are a better man than I. She said she would remain down there in the wood, unless the battle went ill"
Obviously, it was pointless to explain further. Ian was already shouting for a horse, anxiety lending new strength to a body on the borders of collapse. Llewelyn shrugged and returned to the tent. He might as well have his own slight hurts dressed, and then, he smiled with satisfaction, he would have a word or two with the captive Gwenwynwyn. He was deeply immersed in this, for him, delightful conversation when a raving lunatic burst into the tent, seized Gwenwynwyn by the throat,

 
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